A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs. Best these savages can do
I have been sold like a broodmare. I've been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing in through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods, not in myths and legends, in myself, In Daenerys Targaryen
We obviously didn't communicate clearly. We're here to discuss your surrender, not mine
I can see her in front of me, more real than you are
